We all wish we were something more than what we really are. Because of that, the Harry Potter series rings a chime of truth and wishful thinking on our part. For my part, I wish I were a part of that world, no matter the dangers of bad wizards and deadly Dementors. When I became a Witch in my very early 20s, I had this idea that everything would change for me. The only thing that really changed was my world view. My faith in Gaia multiplied a thousandfold and I became one of those rare Witches who believed contrary to the normal Witch that we humans could save the world.
We humans might be able to make out beds a little better, but we're far from powerful enough to change a world as massive and as powerful as Mother Earth. Once she's had enough of us, she'll shake us off like a dog shakes excess water off it's fur after a long swim.
When I taught dedicants and they were so dependent upon the tools of the Craft, I would tell them the story of Dumbo. Magick dwells within each of us and no amount of magick feathers is going to change that. The tools are there to put you in a frame of mind to conjure up that personal power that was always there. Just like Harry made the glass of the snake exhibit disappear. He did so without a wand, without a familiar, and without any manner of incantation. It was Harry alone.
I don't practice magick anymore. I'm too jaded and my knowledge of what it's really about negates my ability to suspend my disbelief. That's why I call myself an agnostic Witch. I will always consider myself a Witch, but I'm continuing to search for my place in that Old Religion. I'd prefer to live in Harry Potter's world instead of this Muggle-ridden dump of human waste, but a person has to deal with what's handed her, I guess.
Until, I'll read the books and watch the movies...and wish.
We humans might be able to make out beds a little better, but we're far from powerful enough to change a world as massive and as powerful as Mother Earth. Once she's had enough of us, she'll shake us off like a dog shakes excess water off it's fur after a long swim.
When I taught dedicants and they were so dependent upon the tools of the Craft, I would tell them the story of Dumbo. Magick dwells within each of us and no amount of magick feathers is going to change that. The tools are there to put you in a frame of mind to conjure up that personal power that was always there. Just like Harry made the glass of the snake exhibit disappear. He did so without a wand, without a familiar, and without any manner of incantation. It was Harry alone.
I don't practice magick anymore. I'm too jaded and my knowledge of what it's really about negates my ability to suspend my disbelief. That's why I call myself an agnostic Witch. I will always consider myself a Witch, but I'm continuing to search for my place in that Old Religion. I'd prefer to live in Harry Potter's world instead of this Muggle-ridden dump of human waste, but a person has to deal with what's handed her, I guess.
Until, I'll read the books and watch the movies...and wish.
